Flyers on My Wall
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Tuesday. Put the FilaForum flyer on the wall. Mom looked at it, looked at the other flyers and asked whether the room is eventually going to become entirely paper.
There are still visible sections.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.